surlyclown

So, my eyes are still doing well. Using expensive drops to keep them all moist and stuff. My mum has gone back home. It was a good visit all in all and she helped me clean up my place a bit and chuck a lot of crap.

My sister came over the weekend to buy me a pair of sunglasses. I chose some nice black Oakleys which I've come to discover don't fit my apparently misshapen head. It rubs against my right eyebrow which makes me instantly OCD in trying to move them around on my face to find something approaching comfortable. I've had them adjusted by two different places, but it's still buggy. I'm going to try again at my eye doctors...maybe they can do something. It's too bad, I like the glasses, but I just can't wear them as they are. Arg...who knew fixing my eyes would involve such trauma.